mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be lawyers

this past week we went to waycross to visit family. there are many, many animals at river ridge farm, where thomas' mom and step dad live. one morning we were enjoying breakfast and we noticed an extra visitor out the front window with the front yard cats. a cow was looking in the window while we were looking out. i ran outside to scare the cow back into the fence. i was feeling all high and mighty after i accomplished this task when i looked out the window again and saw about 6 cows roaming around the front yard. thomas was able to answer his true calling as a cow traffic controller and wrangled all the cows back into the pasture. a very exciting day indeed as thomas went from doctor thomas to cowboy thomas.


by the way, all these photos were taken with reagan balancing on my hip. well, balancing is a stretch. more like clinging for dear life. mama wasn't going to miss this blog moment for any little "safety" concern.


our cowboy in action.

mimi susu bought reagan a little pool to play in since it was about 650 degrees outside with 342 percent humidity all weekend.

reagan after enjoying some spaghetti. something tells me that we won't be getting our deposit back on that portion of wall behind his high chair.

doctor thomas

thomas's graduation from law school was this past weekend. after three long, hard years, thomas completed law school with flying colors. my parents were able to fly down from kansas city for a quick weekend trip.

thomas graduated at the top of his class. he was ranked #2 out of about 180 students. am i bragging? yes. do i care? no. sometimes i call him doctor thomas since he now holds a doctor of laws degree.

thomas's mom and step dad were also able to make the trip from waycross to tuscaloosa.

holding reagan on my lap during the commencement ceremony was no fun. he couldn't understand why we couldn't play on the floor. he did enjoy throwing items from my purse at people sitting around us though. a shot of the happy family.

thomas with the cake that kim"the master of all things cake-y"messervy made. my contribution to the cake was watching her make it. i am always a good audience.

madison and reagan playing in boxes while i was packing. since we are no longer moving until august, our house has boxes everywhere. there is no way that i am going to unpack and then pack again later in august. it was too hard the first time with reagan helping me so much. i can't imagine it being any easier when he is a few months older.

meatball could sense by the flurry of activity that something was going on. meatball knows what a suitcase means and he ensured that he would be brought with us wherever we went by climbing inside. i found him napping in this suitcase full of clothes.

vacuum/packing box love

all around the house are boxes full of stuff for our big move this weekend. reagan thinks i have created an obstacle course for him to climb all over.
a mischevious grin. "oooooohhh. my plan is nearly complete. i have conquered this box. MWAHAHAHAHA!"

does this remind anyone else of teen wolf?


reagan has one true love. we can be doing anything and if reagan sees the vacuum, all activity stops and he goes into a trance. here they are slow dancing.